Kon paced and paced. That was the problem with supered types trying to relax. Relax meant nothing to do, nothing to do meant a racing mind and no outlet. It was hard for him to relax. But he knew everyone wanted him to. Robin and Lois had both practically said they'd strap him down if he didn't soon, but it was hard. The world was in turmoil and he felt a lot like Captain Planet at times. Needing to be everywhere at once, and even he couldn't save them all. So finally he just needed to take a breather, world spinning out of control or not, but it was difficult.
So much that he was practically going out of his mind with every little thought ately. The whole issue with Tim not helping. He wanted to know just what was going on, why it happened to him. What it was that Tim intended to do about it if he told him, but it wasn't fair to his friend. So he slid down to sit on the floor infront of Krypto who practically mauled him over onto his back. Kon didn't even care. He just looked up at the dog who thought he was playing a game and stared at him with an unamused eyeroll. "Not now Krypto."
The dogs ears flattened in a sulky manner as he got off and sat beside the boy who remained on the ground. Clark had given him Krypto during a particularly awful year at Smallville High, and at the time he didn't appreciate the gift as much as he should have-but now Krypto was kind of like his rock. Something that was always there even when everything else didn't make sense. If he hadn't been, Kon wouldn't have known what to do when he couldn't tell his friends who he was. Or when he felt miserable and had no words. Krypto was there. And now was no different.
Then he heard that voice, the voice that did all sorts of tingly funny things to him even when it was only calling his name. But he didn't get up. Tried beyond all effort not to look too anxious. "In here." And put on his best bored tone and expression as he floated his way up to the ceiling to get a birds eye view of the house from the livingroom. New perspectives and all.